I’m not letting anything come between us.
Not again.
Three minutes pass, and Drew hasn’t come out.
I stand, set Luna down, and head to the bathroom.
“Drew?” I call softly, knocking on the door.
No answer.
My hand rests on the knob.
I turn it.
It’s locked.
I move to the small first-aid kit in the kitchen where I tucked two bobby pins the other night.
Preparation matters.
I return to the door with calm precision. Luna trails behind me.
I slide the pins into the lock, twisting and listening until I hear the click.
I open the door.
The bathroom is empty.
My gaze shifts immediately to the open window.
A slow breath leaves me. “He ran.”
Luna chirps.
“I know.”
I grab my phone, then hurry into our bedroom to change.
“I’ve got to find him,” I mutter.
My screen lights up with a message.
I pause, my heart in my throat when I see Drew’s name.
Only... it’s wrong.
Drew: I need your help. Violet is stalking me. I don’t know what to do.
A few seconds later, another message comes through.
Drew: Sebastian. I need you. I’m on the corner of Elm. Can you come get me?
A smile spreads slowly across my lips.
He texted me instead of his brother.
Poor guy really is flustered.